Outside, a young woman stands at a table, selling flowers. Inside is the messiest place I have been in yet. It's a gambling bar, and there are gambling forms and lottery tickets on the floor everywhere. The place is too crowded to sweep, I guess. The tables have emptied out a bit, but there is a long line of people around the bar waiting to try their luck at various games of chance. The tables are square with rust-like patterns on top. The chairs are metal, maroon-colored with polka dot maroon seat cushions.

The waiter saw me with my notebook, and I think he was trying to discourage me from sitting here. When he realized I didn't understand what he was saying, however, he gave up and brought me my coffee.